When I finished the Divergent series, all I could do was sit and stare and breathe. Gosh, did I need to breathe. It literally knocked every sense of my own reality from me; it sent me reeling. It wrecked me and remade me; and I gathered the bravery and friendship and words in my palms and held them to my chest until I could feel them like ink-black fingerprints all over my skin, tattoos of remembrance. Some stories are like that. They make me better, so much braver than I was before. Nothing is greater then this.
The second movie, Insurgent, comes out today; and in homage to that, my friend, Mary Katherine, and I adventured into the forgotten places around town to capture how we see Dauntless and how we feel Divergent. I hope you enjoy, my friend.
The First Jumper
"It is stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and all the others that carried me through the city, my city, after I was brave enough to ride them."
"Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it."
"Since I was young, I have always known this:
Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.
But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend
"To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing - the pain of it weighs on both of you.
Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all
"Our city is changing, faster now than ever before, and in order to keep up with it, we'll have to change, too. We'll have to become stronger, braver, better than we are now."
The Fear Landscape
To make it in Dauntless, Tris must enter into a fear landscape and face her greatest fears. She must either overcome them or calm herself to come out of the simulation. This idea fascinates me. She enters, knowing that she will face fears but not understanding what fear is, nor knowing how to control it. In one of her fear landscapes, Tris faces a flock of crows as they surround her and attack her, unable to move or run away, to learn that she is terrified of being out of control. I wonder what would materialize in my fear landscape. Would I be able to overcome like Tris? Or would my bravery fall from my hands and shatter?
I edited the following photograph with this idea of unreality in mind. It is all a simulation, and yet her mind haunts her and terrifies her into believing it to be reality. For those watching, her fears are faded; but in her mind, in that moment, they are the most real things she knows.
"She said that everyone has some evil inside of them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil inside ourselves, so we're able to forgive them."
"I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity."
"Somewhere inside of me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined. I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me.
But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her."
"I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs.
I am not Abnegation.
I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent."
"I'll say it one last time: Be brave."
Just trying my best to hold onto feelings in the heart of Tennessee.